Blakes 71978

Jenna Stannis:
Why exactly are we going down?

Blake:
The Resistance needs a base, Jenna. [Blake accepts teleport bracelet from Jenna] Thank you. Somewhere to operate from.

Jenna Stannis:
And this could be it?

Blake:
Well, it's as good as any other. We know the Federation only visit it once a year; it's on the edge of the spiral rim... Oh, hell, I'm tired of running, Jenna. We must get at least *one* planet behind us.

Jenna Stannis:
And why are you taking me with you?

Blake:
[unconvincingly:] I trust you to back me.

Jenna Stannis:
Thanks. But there's more to it than that: you were very deliberate.

Blake:
Covering the angles?

Jenna Stannis:
Well, how do you mean?

Blake:
Avon might run. [Avon enters the teleport bay quietly behind Blake and Jenna, overhearing] But he probably won't without a first-class pilot. He, um, plays the percentages.

Jenna Stannis:
Unlike you.

Avon:
I am ready if you are.